Page 145 of Plug and Drain

Fuck.

He loved taking her from behind like a wolf. Fast and eager. Her wondrous tail curling up to tickle his face.

“Yes!” she cried, and then she moaned his name, long and drawn-out, “Arken.”

It jolted through him, and he squeezed her breasts and bore down on her.

More.

He wanted more, and she was letting him have it. He couldn’t believe he was fucking this beautiful creature from behind. She was a vision.

They weren’t like that for long. He wanted to see her face.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his lap, so she straddled him.

Susie’s hair was damp with sweat, and had fallen across her face. She peered through her tangled hair at him, panting, her teeth bared slightly with unmasked arousal.

You know what to do, he wanted to say.

She did.

She reached down between them, flashing him a cheeky smile as she cupped and squeezed his balls.

He let out a long, slow exhale. She knew exactly what she was doing, and being helpless beneath her hands was liberating.

More.

“I’ve thought about this,” she whispered, caressing his length with the pads of her fingers before wrapping her fingers around him.

Arken wondered what she meant. Had she thought about having sex with him in general? Or had she imagined stroking his cock like she had earlier through his trousers? Or had she imagined sex with him like this, with their hearts laid bare and affection flowing freely between them?

His unspoken questions vanished when she pumped his cock several times.

Oh fuck.

It was a miracle he’d lasted. Especially since he hadn’t tended to himself, not even when he’d been in his office, hard and rigid, thinking of her.

She guided him to her entrance and lowered her weight, easing his length into her.

He held his breath. The long slow slide began, and he struggled to keep his eyes open as he watched her expression change.

When he was fully inside, her eyes flew open unseeingly, and her lips parted in an ‘O’.

A strained, high-pitched sound left her lips, and she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, threading her fingers in his hair.

Move for me.

She moved.

Good grief, could she move. It almost made him forget about the threat of Henrikk.

“Come back to me,” Susie whimpered, rubbing her hands along his bearded jaw and cheeks. “Whatever you’re thinking about…don’t. Just be here, with me.”

As it turned out, not even Susie and her command could override the brooding of his mind, but he nodded and made a sincere effort to block everything out but her.

The task became easier as she began to ride him. He watched in awe as her perfect body moved above him, her curved breasts bouncing, the plumpness of her tummy and hips soft and exquisite in his hands. Her neck arched, and her golden hair tumbling down her back as her body arched. Her arousal was leaking around his cock, wetting the thatch of coarse hair around her clit and running along their thighs.

She was so wet for him, and he was completely stunned by the way she rode him, her eyes half-fluttered closed, periodically leaning over him to grip his shoulders, her hair cascading like a waterfall around them. Her hips rocked, and her breasts wobbled as she bounced, nipples rosy pink and perfect.